John Saturnall's Feast

Lawrence Norfolk wurde 1963 in London geboren, studierte am King's College und war Dozent. Für seine Romane erhielt er begeisterte Kritiken. Norfolk, dessen Romane in 26 Sprachen übersetzt wurden, lebt heute in London.

"[Norfolk] will magnify this mysterious world for us, and he will, with an extraordinary use of ordinary language, make us see it not as a historical construct but as a place of wonder. . . . Mr. Norfolk's use of child's-eye view and lush, incantatory prose give the narrative a hushed air of magic, as though Frances Hodgson Burnett's "The Secret Garden" were being recounted by the hero of Patrick Suskind's "Perfume.""--"The Wall Street Journal" "An enthralling tale of an orphan kitchen boy turned master of culinary arts, with sumptuous recipes and intoxicatingly gorgeous illustrations."--"Vanity Fair" "Norfolk, the author of ornate period novels, here uses his talent for detail to evoke the life of a cook at a seventeenth-century British manor. . . . Norfolk creates a Manichaean struggle between Christian and pagan traditions, but this is ultimately less rewarding than the completeness of the physical world he describes."--"The New Yorker" "["John Saturnall's Feast"] focuses with more control on a single protagonist's odyssey without sacrificing the glittering erudition and gorgeous prose of his previous works. . . . The Feast is a lovely metaphor for an inclusive, joyous vision of life's physical pleasures, manifestations of the splendors of creation meant to be shared by everyone. . . . Shimmering with wonder, suffused with an intense and infections appreciation for the gifts of bountiful nature, "John Saturnall's Feast" is a banquet for the senses and a treat to anyone who relishes masterful storytelling."--"Washington Post" "Norfolk delivers a strong tale filled with atmosphere and the odd, telling detail that convinces."--Huffington Post "While the omission of Zadie Smith from this year's Man Booker longlist seems to have raised the most eyebrows, the overlooking of Lawrence Norfolk's first book in 12 years seems to me the more grievous exclusion. . . . The arcane vocabulary of archaic cooking gives an intangible poetry to the